Chapter 34 Fishing in Muddy Water

Because it is closer to the Arctic, the temperature difference between day and night in Jiming Mountain is very obvious. Although it is cold during the day, the temperature is still barely above zero, and now it is nearly minus 40 degrees.

People shed tears and can freeze along their cheeks, so cold to this extent!

Dog. Damn, these Chinese partners are really on time!" A white Russian in a blue cotton suit said in lame Chinese that this is an unwritten rule. After all, the tone of different regions in Russia is also different. In order to prevent the other party from finding their cards, almost all Russians in charge of trading can speak Chinese.

"It's not like this every time. It won't come a minute in advance. When you go back, you must open a bottle of spirits to warm your stomach!" Another Russian also complained.

Neither of them is armed. This is also a rule. No one is allowed to carry guns except the leader. This is to avoid bad transactions and casualties caused by disputes.

After all, there is a big difference in cultural differences. God knows that these people will fight if they don't say anything right.

"Bear, do you have any good wine? I heard that there are many more Japanese women in the brothels in Depu Town. How about I invite you to warm up tomorrow? The white Russian who scolded before said quickly with a smile.

"Don't seduce me with this, two bottles, one bottle per person, nothing else." Another slightly fat white man obviously swallowed his saliva, and then stretched out two fingers and said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense. Those Chinese guys are all here. Brothers, take out some tough temperament of Russian men to scare them!" A third voice suddenly came from the door of the abandoned factory, which made the two of them nervous for a while, and then immediately stared angrily like a door god.

The momentum overwhelms the other party, which not only takes the initiative in the next transaction, but also allows these Chinese to do what they should do.

At this moment, the whole sky is black. Although the moonlight is bright against the white snow, the visibility is still not high enough.

not far away, a large group of Chinese people walked towards the waste factory in an orderly manner, and after them, a thin and thin Chinese dressed in leather clothes and trousers fell behind.

Looking at the abandoned factory close at hand, Pan Hongsheng smashed and followed without saying a word. Pan Hongsheng was not afraid that there would suddenly be more people on the inaccessible snowy mountain. His confusion is that his right and wrong ability and movie emperor-level acting skills can fully cope with the unexpected situation that may occur.

This method was craved by Pan Hongsheng himself. If he succeeds, he can obviously follow these Chinese people directly. If he fails, Pan Hongsheng is also sure to let all these people stay, and then trade instead of them by himself. Isn't it just delaying for half an hour? This problem is obviously difficult. Pan Hongsheng.

He and Lin Hongyi have long acted separately. Although they don't know what their prospective daughter-in-in-law will do, Pan Hongsheng knows very well that there can be any difference in this point. Otherwise, once it is not long enough, Lin Hongyi's whereabouts are likely to be found. That is to say, although the two are not together, their lives are It is already tightly connected.

The large troops in front of him have entered the abandoned factory. Pan Hongsheng, who watched them enter with his forefoot, hurriedly ran a few steps, controlled the distance to 50 meters, and then limped towards the door.

"Who are you? This place is a private factory. You are not allowed to go in. The Russian man who spoke before said in poor English.

Although he was sure that the falling out in front of him was likely to be with the Chinese guy inside, Xiong still cautiously asked that he couldn't make mistakes.

"Yo, brother, look at what you said. Didn't you see that we were all together? I'm not good at it, so I'm a little behind, mainly because I don't want to be late. Pan Hongsheng said with a wry smile on his face, as if he had had cold legs for more than 20 years.

"If your legs and feet are not good, let's discuss it with you next time. What does it mean to let them come in early and pinch the last minute!" Xiong looked at Pan Hongsheng with a sarcastic face and glanced up and down. The man in front of him looked that his waist was not as thick as his thighs. His harmless expression may have been newly transferred to carry out the task recently. He looked at his partners around him, and then nodded and opened a crack in the closed iron door. Pan Hong was not angry. Go in.

For these Russians, as long as they are Chinese without a gun in their hands, they are definitely not their opponents. As for Chinese kung fu, they have seen and heard of it, but it is only on TV.

No one believes that more than 30 people who enter this factory will defeat the dragon. In that case, what kind of arms do you need?

He didn't compete with the two sarcastic Russian men at the door. Pan Hongsheng slowly walked into the abandoned factory. As a result, he almost stared Pan Hongsheng's eyes when he saw the interior decoration.

Like my quadrangle courtyard in Mohe Town, it looks ordinary outside and has a hole inside, but this place is obviously different from the quadrangle courtyard.

As soon as he entered, there was a red carpet on the ground. Compared with the word factory, Pan Hongsheng thought that it should be called a venue. Although the whole venue was not warm, the temperature was obviously more than ten degrees. The lights above were bright, and a rotating staircase stood on the right, just like a huge villa.

From Pan Hongsheng's perspective, he can only see the huge venue that occupies the whole area and the doors of five or six rooms above, but the other rooms can't see clearly. At this moment, a large group of Chinese people are basically whispering in a corner of the living room, and of course, several of them also go to the toilet.

Coming out of the door of the toilet, Pan Hongsheng walked towards this group of Chinese people with a blank face. Except for a few people who looked at Pan Hongsheng, others didn't even pay attention to him. Of course, he didn't care about this.

The old man has told him before that this transaction was not just swallowed by an arms dealer. There are many arms dealers together, each with a few younger brothers. Obviously, it is impossible for everyone to know each other, so some people just look at Pan Hongsheng, and then don't look at it more.

Every Chinese held a glass of red wine in his hand. Pan Hongsheng picked up a glass without exception, quietly poured more than half of it on the ground, and then found a sofa on the side to leaning it comfortablely. A pair of eyes kept looking around, looking for a suitable place to escape.

Almost five minutes later, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Pan Hongsheng suddenly noticed that seven or eight white Russians suddenly came down the rotating stairs, one by one in a vicious vest, all muscles outside, and walked downstairs.